Jesus of Suburbia - Live from AOL Sessions, 2004

I'm the son of rage and love

The jesus of suburbia

From the bible of none of the above

On a steady diet of

Soda pop and ritalin

Noone ever dead for my sins in hell

As for as I can tell

At least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me

This is how I'm supposed to be

In a land of make believe

That don't belive in me

Get my television fix

Sitting on my crucifix

The living room in my private womb

While the moms and brads are away

To fall in love and fall in debt

To alchool and cigarettes

And Mary Jane to keep me insane

Doing someone else's cocain

And there's nothing wrong with me

This is how I'm supposed to be

In a land of make believe

That don't believe in me

At the center of the world in the parking lot

Of the 7-11 were I was tought

The motto was just a lie

It says home is where you heart is but what a shame

Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same

It's beating out of time

City of the dead

At the end of another lost highway

Sings misleading to nowhere

City of the damned

Lost children with dirty faces today

Noone really seems to care

I read the grafiti in the bathroom style

Like the holy scriptures if the shopping mall

And so it seems to confess

It didn't say much but it only confirmed

That the center of the earth is the end of the world

I could really care less

City of the dead

At the end of another lost highway

Sings misleading to nowhere

City of the damned

Lost children with dirty faces today

Noone really seems to care

I don't care if you don't

I don't care if you don't

I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't

I don't care if you don't

I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't

I don't care if you don't

I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't

I don't care if you don't

I don't care if you don't care

I don't care